Let’s go back in time a bit. I’m married to a great guy (cat’s out of the bag, eh?) who went to college with a guy who majored in, oh, let’s say, geology. He was a wild ass in college, partied his ass off, and today is a bonafide drug rep for Eli Lilly. Not only that, I get the wonderful pleasure of being in his presence of hearing how great Strattera and Cymbalta are. On and on… “Hey, Blonde, have you tried Strattera? It works really well.” He offers to give me samples. Illegal. He then attemps at the pharmacology of the drug. It’s obvious it’s biased and exactly what EL told him to say. I chuckle. I don’t have the time to even clarify or clear things up for him. I don’t have to tell him what an idiot he really is and to stop pretending to be a pseudo physician.
He puts on a different hat at times with being in charge with the men’s group at his church and becomes super preacher as well.
It all reminds me of the kid that has to really overcompensate for low self-esteem.
I just flew by The Angry Pharmacist’s first post on drug reps. Man, he cracks me up and is dead on. The second post is even funnier as the angry drug reps tried hard to counter yet TAP (The Angry Pharmacist) used all the comments as great fodder for even more. Love it.